If you want to know, I'm working late alone upstairs in the office that sits over our studio. A studio that I once thought was large. It's not anymore. Tonight it's full of flowers for tomorrow's wedding, 500 pounds of rye seed for our first cover crop at Worlds End, 700 seedlings, and Alan Parsons Project. Loud.

I have a habit of sitting at my desk (a swamp of papers - seed catalogs - notebooks with disoranized scrabble relating to events, flowers to order, flowers to grow, drainage plans, phone numbers of Town Assesors, tax details, book notes, health insurance rigamaroll - sheep parapheralia and granola) for too long into the evening. I had a very contained meltdown earlier today. We happen to have a new person in the studio, and I wonder if she noticed. Sometimes you just need to walk away.

I have to remember that more often. Take a break, and come back with a clearer mind.

Just now I ran down to the bathroom and there was a tiny mouse running around in there. Mice like seeds. I like to imagine this little mouse finding the tower of boxes - summer rye seed so generously donated by Anson Mills - and backstroking through it to the tune of Eye in the Sky (now on it's third repeat).

GOOD NIGHT DEAR READERS!